Tuesday, July 15, 2008

I told you there was nothing like a country morning and well, there's nothing like a country afternoon, either.

That countryside silence! A yellow, warm type of Quiet surrounded by the flittings of birds and butterflies and bees. I was just out there pitching more hay and thinking of you who have written that you're enjoying my adventure. Trust me, I'd love each of you to be here with rake in hand beside me...

Above, I'm showing you the (sorry, warped) side of our barn again because I've forgotten to share our plans with you, plans which--hopefully--will come to fruition in August. The wall will be torn off, then we'll have smaller "arbor windows" (the push-out kinds, with grids) across the top, then another lean-to will be built to match the one on the opposite side. Except that this new one will be enclosed on the outside (open to the barn inside) to become a garage and it will have French doors on the side which will open to a curvy white concrete patio.

I hope you can picture that (in spite of my architectural descriptions). In fact, even before Tom told me about the new lean-to part, I kept picturing a patio out there like one you'd see around a swimming pool, just minus the pool. Amazingly? Tom said he'd been picturing that, too, all along, which is saying something because we're usually not on the same page concerning the barn (insert scenes of us butting heads like goats here).

But here's what Tom didn't picture all along (probably because he is sane...heh).... You know the movie, Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House? And d0 you know how, in the final scene, Cary Grant and Myrna Loy and Melvyn Douglas are lounging in their back yard with drinks and snacks and just relaxing? Well, I keep picturing 1940's folks like them sitting on our (imaginary) patio lounging just the same way. I stand at our kitchen window and delight in imagining them all out there in their 40's clothing, laughing and staring up at the trees while drinking tall glasses of lemonade.

But then, who amongst us old-fashioned souls wouldn't have fun imagining Cary Grant and Myrna Loy in their backyard? :)

Like I said, I'm enjoying this....

... and learning as I go and from my own mistakes. Reading from my two favorite gardening books (Roots, Shoots, Buckets and Boots.... and... Panty Hose, Hot Peppers, Tea Bags and More for the Garden), then skipping outside to try what I've just read. Farming by the book... wouldn't our neighbors hoot at that?

Oh, not all of this is one grand party. Uh, no. There's been stress in deciding what we should do first... and in dealing with the ^&%$ insurance company (we wonder what our insurance agent gets paid to do because it seems Tom is doing all the work regarding the car accident...)... and I still---six weeks later--have driven up town just once by myself--and now only Tom is signed-up to drive the rental car (and often it's too sizzling to walk far). So I don't get out much.

Yet I remind myself to think upon what is going right--and there's much more of that, anyway. Almost always in anyone's life there's much more of that.


"Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things..." Philippians 4:8

1 comment:

nancyr said...

Your barn/patio plans sound lovely.
What will you use the barn for?
Makes me want to get outside and paint my barn. We have the barn red paint, but I don't seem to have the ambition, in the near 100 degree temperatures in my part of the world.

When you are finished with all of your projects, you really will have your dream home!